Last night, an online meanie disagreed with my opinion about Steampunk. I cried quietly to myself for a few hours, and then I called Terezzza on my iPhone. She immediately came over to my apartment, gave me a soothing sponge bath with peppermint soap, and made me this delicious peanut butter sandwich with cheetos. Later, she let me put my head in her lap. As she stroked my hair and sang soft lullabyes, I drifted off to peaceful, jaw-dropping slumber.